Mumma was carrying me and my twin brother to our crib, as there was a loud yelling downstairs. She kept whispering that she loved us, and she was ever so proud of us. As she set us down, a flash of bright green light and a loud thud came from downstairs. Acting as a shield, she turned her back to us as a man in a black robe and mask barged in.
"Out of the way, girl, and I will spare you your life." the man said in a monstrous voice.
When Mumma didn't do anything, the man smirked.
"Pity. You were truly the smartest witch of your age, you know, and would have made a great asset. Well, goodbye." He sneered, then pointed a stick at Mumma. There was another flash of blinding green light, and she fell to the ground, unmoving. Then, the man turned towards Harry and me and spoke."Well, let's give you a scar here," he pointed the stick at Harry's forehead and a lightning shaped scar appeared, "and you a scar here." He pointed at the back of my right hand, and I felt a searing pain. I looked down and saw a raindrop shaped scar appear where he pointed. Then, everything turned black.
I shot straight up from sleep, but managed not to scream too loud. I had had that dream before, but it still scares me and puts tears in my eyes. I looked over at Harry, just to see him looking at me sadly. He reached out to me and, after wiping the tears out of my eyes, hugged me to his chest and rocked me. Our aunt and uncle force us to sleep in the tiny cupboard under the stairs, and since there is only room for one bed, Harry and I have to cuddle each other to fit. The last thing I remember was Harry singing a lullaby before I fell back asleep.
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The Phoenix Blood
FanfictionWhat if Harry Potter had a twin sister? And what if his twin sister wasn't really his twin sister, but was stolen from her real parents after she was born, and given to the Potter's who were told that they were to raise her as Harry's twin? And what...
